I was trapped in the confines of love's chains, hurt so much but at the same time every moment seemed worth it. The epitome to my end, sacrificing my free will at the hand of loves merciless grip. When I was let go it was similar to relieving my body of the most addicting drug, sitting and rocking, crying like a newborn child. As I grew out of the depression I began to realize how the suffering made me stronger in the harshest ways, although I would not take back a second of it. I felt like a new man, everything around me started moving in slow motion, the act of appreciating every second had seeped into my very core. Was it gods work, or was it just destiny doing its job? I'm eternally grateful of who I am and what's to come. The devil has spited me while heavens angels helped me to my feet. Alas' my future has brightened for the best.

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Appreciate all the feedback guys, put a lot of heart into my work ya know.

Beyond the scope of light,

Beyond the reach of dark..

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Loves the way u express this... How u deliver is addicting to keep reading :) keep up the great work


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Very much loved hearing your story of survival and the way you presented the journey! Many kudos you another great piece. Cheers SS

Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS    

"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."

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Wow powerful stuff here man!

Wow powerful stuff here man! loved the last line of this piece. "The devil has spited me while heavens angels helped me to my feet." nice! :)

"I am my own sort of strange, a supernova of madness and brillance. Forced to share the same space and time. Sane enough to not be seen, yet not crazy enough to be heard." -- Matthew Wayne